Interested In You.
1533 Words
After stepping in the car, she leaned back on the driving seat, holding the steering wheel with both of her hands.
She got a call from her best friend DJ saying, "Come over. Mandy and I are watching 'The Notebook' and it's Saturday night."
She replied, "You know how much I hate 'The Notebook'. I'll be there in fifteen minutes. Finish it before I come or you both are dead."
She hung up the phone, started the engine of the car, pulled down the roof and began to drive.
She opened her hair and turned the music loud.
The cold breeze was blowing on her beautiful face.
When she reached her friend's house. She sat on the couch, Mandy bought glass for her and kept it on the table.
She poured a glass of drink for herself and took it all in a gulp.
Mandy who was sitting next to her worries," Now that you are working in movies, I think you should just quit the p********e work."
Saraya looked her in despair without saying a word.
"Don't listen to her just tell me how is like to be a famous actress?" DJ asked in excitement.
"Well this is the work I love." she chuckled.
Strange happiness and excitement sparkled in her eyes," I always wanted to be an actress and you both made it possible for me. And this p********e work, I'm doing in compliance." she sighed.
"Once a p********e, always a prostitute." she chuckled.
Saraya's POV:
I move in my sleep feeling the sun on me and the light from it disturbing my sleep. I duck my head into the pillow to hide away from it. I heard DJ broke something and Mandy was scolding him. Sometimes I feel like I'm lucky to have them. I stretched my body and yawned loudly feeling fresh. I get out of bed, tie up my hair, brush my teeth, rinse my face and had a quick shower. As soon as warm water hits my body my cold heart and soul melts away. After my shower, I wore a simple crop top with black skinny ripped jeans and let my hair down. Once I dressed up, I opened the door of my room and saw Mandy and DJ preparing breakfast. I plastered a smile on my face like always and greeted them. After breakfast, I was leaving for the salon for my manicure/pedicure and got a text from the bank. I turned to my friends and said that I got money and let me know if they want anything. The whole day went busy for me. I received my dress for the party which was arranged by my friend Jacob. It was nearly seven in the evening, I started getting ready and in an hour I was all ready. I kept it simple yet elegant. I chose navy blue jumpsuit with a belt attached on it with a classy pair of matching high heels and my favourite Rolex watch. As Jacob was coming to pick me, I was waiting for him in my luxury apartment. It was an expensive apartment and only celebrities and rich people live there and my neighbourhood was full of them but I preferred not to talk to anyone. When we went to the success party of our film, many reporters blocked our way but we managed to escape from them. Inside the hotel was a very luxury setup. A bar was full of expensive wines and drinks. On the left, the table was full of starters like soup, won tons, fried fish, tempura, salads etc. When everyone arrived, Jacob went to the stage for a speech and he introduced me to his business partners, friends and rivals. I was sitting on a table alone waiting for the party to be over and a man, tall and handsome, muscular with straight shoulders and sparkling ocean blue eyes came and sit next to me. "You must be the heroine." said the handsome man. I nodded my head, he kissed my hand and politely said, "I am Chris Michael."
She cleared her throat and said confidently."Hi, Saraya Bentley."
He froze for a second then smiled, "It's nice to see you, Saraya."
Jacob came watching them talking," Is this man bothering you, Raya?" Jacob teased Chris.
She shook her head and was about to speak but Jacob said," Don't mind him he's a total flirt."
Chris laughed and said," Oh C'mon Jacob. I have a reputation man. Plus who would leave such a beautiful girl like her alone? Are you single, Saraya?" he winked.
She nodded and hoping that he would not propose her right away.
"Well good for me." he winked again.
"Well behave. She's my close friend." Jacob warned him before leaving them alone again.
Saraya's POV:
Chris Black! A famous bachelor. He's a top male model and talking to me? All the beautiful and sexy girls here yet he's talking to a p********e like me? I guess he does not recognize me. The night went okay. I and Chris talked about us, about my acting career and his modelling career. He even asked me for my number. As I was about to leave the party after having dinner, the electricity went away but I kept walking in the dark and bumped into someone.
In a moment of panic, she flung her arms around his neck, and he around her waist, they were face to face, the hot mingle of their breaths.
The smell of her was strawberry, her body soft and supple against his, the swell of her breast flush against him.
His breath quickened, grip tightened.
A voice came from a distance, "Mr King!" A man was coming in their direction holding a flashlight but it was dim enough that they couldn't saw each other's face.
The man quickly made her stand and left from there as Saraya was about to thank him, he disappeared.
She went to the VIP Club for her night business and the manager whispered her. "Today you have to go to a very special client in the VIP area."
She nodded and went to the VIP floor waiting for the man to come.
She nearly waited fifteen minutes then called the manager to ask him where the client was.
A few minutes later, the manager of the club came and told her that the client went away because of some emergency. "Today's money is gone. Well I'm not taking any other client now and I won't be able to come for next few days." she sighed.
Saraya's POV:
No client today means no money. My God my breasts hurts. I need to stop bumping into people like this, especially muscular men. It was a very hard bump. I wonder if the man's chest is made of iron or something. He was drunk, I guess, the smell of cigarette and gin was mixed in his breath and the peppermint smell from him is all I remember. I wonder who he was? No Jacob. Not Chris. Not Mr Black or any other men I slept with. Nobody had this kind of scent. After coming home I changed into pj's and applied some melted butter on my breasts and massaged them gently. It is an ancient remedy my grandmother used to do. After massaging them, I placed a tissue on it and removed my bra so that I can sleep peacefully.
After a week
"This is the last interview, right?" Saraya was talking on the phone with Jacob.
When she got ready and was about to leave her phone buzzed.
It was a DJ asking for some money she transferred some to his account and left.
In the makeup room, Joey was standing on Saraya's left side, her phone buzzed and she said. "Hello. Saraya Bentley...... wait for a second sir."
She came close to her and said," Ma'am, Sir Chris Michael wants to talk to you."
Saraya took the phone and talked to him and agreed for dinner.
After the interview Jacob and Saraya had coffee. "Let's go for dinner. You, me and Dana," said Jacob.
"Oh I'm going with Chris today," she replied placing the coffee cup on the table.
Jacob's eyes widened and he said," Raya, I know it's your life but I'm just warning you. Chris is a total flirt. He'll just spend a night with you and won't recognize you the next morning."
"Don't worry. I know how to save myself from these kinds of men." she smiled.
"Do you?" he raised a brow.
"Yes. Can you keep a secret?" she said in a low voice.
He nodded taking a sip of his coffee.
"I'm a virgin," she whispered.
He almost puked his coffee from his mouth and coughed, staring her with lost of words.
She chuckled and said," Relax. I'm not. How can I? Duh! I'm a well-known prostitute."
"Why do you always call yourself a slut?" Jacob asked worriedly.
Saraya cleared her throat and said," Well that's what I am."
Jacob placed his coffee cup on the saucer and said," Look, Raya. I never have seen you as a p********e. You're my friend and I respect you like every normal girl."
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